On this last day of April
I am writing
My last poem for this month
Of writing poetry
(A month observed by hundreds of
Thousands)
And I find myself wondering
How I have written 30 poems
During this month
Because the rest of the year
I am awash in prose:
Novels, articles, devotionals and
Short stories.
I can’t write a poem each day
For more than one short month.
I will write some verse occasionally
In the coming year, but
That’s all,
Although I suspect that my Erato
Is merely hidden,
Reclining at her ease
Waiting for another time
Another place
Or
Another month of
Poetry.
Dan Verner
April 30, 2017
Biscuit City 